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CARRYING GOD
No one can keep us from carrying God Wherever we go.
No one can rob His Name From our heart as we try to relinquish our fears And at last stand — Victorious.
We do not have to leave him in the mosque Or church alone at night; We do not have to be jealous of tales of saints Or glorious masts, those intoxicated souls
Who can make outrageous love with the Friend. We do not have to be envious of our spirits’ ability Which can sometimes touch God in a dream.
Our yearning eyes, our warm-needing bodies, Can all be drenched in contentment And Light.
No one anywhere can keep us From carrying the Beloved wherever we go.
No one can rob His precious Name From the rhythm of my heart — Steps and breath.
Read By Nigel Lott teaandzen.org
Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
In the quiet between heartbeats a whisper calls you home, you are not broken you are becoming. These threads of silence and sound are letters from the threshold, offerings from the edge of stillness. Nigel TEA AND ZEN - MAIN LIBRARY
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By Nigel LottNo one can keep us from carrying God Wherever we go.
No one can rob His Name From our heart as we try to relinquish our fears And at last stand — Victorious.
We do not have to leave him in the mosque Or church alone at night; We do not have to be jealous of tales of saints Or glorious masts, those intoxicated souls
Who can make outrageous love with the Friend. We do not have to be envious of our spirits’ ability Which can sometimes touch God in a dream.
Our yearning eyes, our warm-needing bodies, Can all be drenched in contentment And Light.
No one anywhere can keep us From carrying the Beloved wherever we go.
No one can rob His precious Name From the rhythm of my heart — Steps and breath.
Read By Nigel Lott teaandzen.org
Get full access to Tea and Zen - Threads at teaandzen.substack.com/subscribe
In the quiet between heartbeats a whisper calls you home, you are not broken you are becoming. These threads of silence and sound are letters from the threshold, offerings from the edge of stillness. Nigel TEA AND ZEN - MAIN LIBRARY
DONATE